Red Room Where the Writers Are

I grew up reading every fantasy/ fairytale literature I could get my hands on! sometime after exhausting my Enid Blyton collection in my mother's closet(it was my 'secret place' though strangely she never found me there, or maybe pretended she didn't) I began noticing the real world for the first time; it was an abject irony like no other lol! dont get me wrong, Jamaica does have its element of magic- lots of it:)

But Life, as my mom would put it, "is like fried rice with too much salt, the flavour has a ravishing air, it looks delightful but the taste is a whole different matter (this after a random stove experiment on my part) 

for me fairytales meant and still means serenity,unharnessed expression and the freedom to dream; dream so loud that often, reality's sordid echoes are drowned in the aftermath

the good ones never grow old! I cant tell you how many times I was chided in the past for spending too much time in a book (one they'd seen me with time nd again:)) but it made me happy and if it can do that for even one more person out there... then why not

Aj~